What To Read After FSOG: The Gemstone Collection Part Two (136 page)

B
rie pampered herself the morning before the auction. A long bubble bath with classical music made for a relaxed little submissive. She met Lea and Mary at the school and couldn’t help noticing the Center was buzzing with excitement.

“What’s going on?” she asked Mary.

“I don’t know. It’s weird. Even Ms. Clark is smiling.”

“An actual smile?”

Mary nodded slowly as if she couldn’t believe it, either.

Lea poked Brie in the ribs and pointed out that Sir and Marquis were having a private conversation and were actually laughing together. It was surreal.

When Ms. Clark came to get them, Brie saw her lips turned up in a jovial manner, even when she looked at Brie.
Twilight Zone moment, for sure…
Brie soon found herself on the stage, anxiously waiting to find out what the excitement was all about. She became distraught when she got the answer.

“This will be the last auction for this class of submissives. In honor of that, we will begin the bidding at one thousand dollars,” the auctioneer announced.

The last auction?
She knew the class would be ending next week, but she’d assumed there would be a final auction. She hadn’t been prepared for things to end this fast!

There was a flurry of bidding and the numbers kept rising until she heard the auctioneer call out, “Sold to Faelan for two thousand, four hundred dollars.”

Her first thought was,
Oh crap, that’s a lot of money!
Her second was utter disbelief.
Faelan?

He confidently walked onto the stage and took Brie’s arm. Her heart skipped a beat at his handling of her. The aura surrounding Blue Eyes was intensely male.

Brie followed him down the steps while the bidding began for Mary. The girl ended up in the hands of Captain. This time, he did not bother with the blindfold. She could not see the expression on Mary’s face when he went to retrieve her, but Brie sincerely hoped Mary would be kind to the man.

“Are you ready, blossom?”

Brie looked up into Faelan’s blue eyes and caught her breath. The intensity of his stare made him seem dangerous. She followed meekly behind him, her body quivering with excitement—and a little fear. There was definitely a dangerous vibe to him.

It turned out that Faelan drove an old Mustang convertible. He raised his eyebrow in a sexy manner when he opened the door, explaining to her, “Sucker for classics.”

When she’d sat down, he leaned over and buckled her into the seat, his lips just centimeters from hers. She could almost feel them on her mouth, but he pulled away and said, “Sucker for safety, too.”

Faelan wasn’t a speed demon like Tono, but he did punch it on the straightaways. Brie liked the rumble of the motor and the wind whipping through her hair. She felt a bit wild and stared at Faelan shamelessly.

He drove her to a side of town she hadn’t visited before. The community was made up of young professionals and had an energized feel to it. He pulled up to a small duplex and helped her out of the car.

A jogger passed by and waved. “Hey, Wallace, hot date?”

Blue Eyes gave him a friendly nod and responded, “Something like that.”

The man called back, “Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do.”

Faelan helped Brie out of the car and growled in her ear, “Oh, but I plan to.”

She shivered as he led her to his home. This was not the mild-mannered business student she knew from the Center.

His place was small, but filled with modern conveniences. It had a youthful feel. Brie watched him casually fling his keys on a hallway table and motion her to his side.

He said gruffly, “Kneel.”

She basked in the feeling of his dominance as she knelt before him and he placed his hand on her head. He spoke solemnly. “Tonight you will serve me well.”

Her loins tingled with pleasure and anticipation. “Yes, Faelan.”

“Take everything off but your panties.”

She started untying the corset, but her hands fumbled with the laces. The way he was staring at her made it feel like her first time.
Calm down!
she commanded herself. She had at least four days more training than he did. That made her the veteran. She stood there confidently with her clothes in a neat pile at her feet, waiting for his next order.

“Turn around slowly.”

She felt the intensity of his gaze on every inch of her body. It was disconcerting how wet it made her.

“Go to the chair in the center of the room.”

She walked over slowly and faced him, keeping her eyes on his black marble floor.

He came over and showed her the rope in his hand. “I will be tying you to the chair. It will not feel comfortable. I want you to embrace the discomfort and know that you are doing it for me.”

She felt butterflies in her stomach. He was not going to be as easy to please as she had initially assumed. Ms. Clark’s voice rang in her head.
You know what they say about assuming…

“Lay your shoulders on top of the back rest and keep your body in a straight line. I will support you until you are properly situated.”

Faelan helped her settle her shoulders on top of the wooden back, telling her to put her hands behind her. “Head back. Straighten your body.”

The chair dug into her skin and muscles as she braced her feet against the floor and made her body straight as an arrow. “Beautiful,” he said, running his hands down the length of her body. He tied her ankles together and attached them to the legs of the chair. It gave her some support and she was grateful for it. The crease of her ass lay against the edge of the seat and dug into her there, as well.

He tied her wrists together next and attached them to the rungs at the back. This also provided additional support, giving her a chance to remain in this position longer than she could have on her own.

Faelan tied a blindfold over her eyes next, then moved away from her. He said from the other side of the room, “You are beautiful, blossom.”

She could feel the emptiness engulf her when he left, and she worried that he was going to leave her like this. For a second she contemplated relaxing, but immediately dismissed it. She lay against the chair, keeping her stomach muscles taut to keep herself in place.

She felt a deep a sense of relief when she heard him return. “Did you miss me, blossom?”

“Yes, Faelan.” She was surprised how much she meant those simple words.

“We are going to play a game, you and I.”

Her heart rate sped up. What could he possibly have in mind with her tied in such a vulnerable position?

“It’s a guessing game.” Brie heard his footsteps as he walked across the room and stood over her. She couldn’t stop her quick, shallow breaths as she waited, feeling completely at his mercy.

Brie jumped when she felt the touch of something bitterly cold on her chest. It melted on her skin as he rubbed it over both breasts, making her nipples ache in response.

“What is it?”

“Ice, Faelan.”

“Very good.”

He took the ice away, and then kissed and licked her nipples, returning the warmth he had stolen from her. Then she heard him pick up a new item and felt something cold again. It glided over her stomach, but did not melt. She shook her head, unable to place what it was.

“Don’t move,” he said smoothly, then turned the item on its side so she could feel its sharpness. She gasped in fear and surprise.

“What is it?”

“A knife, Faelan.”

“Yes.” He chuckled lightly. The edge of the knife slowly glided down to her mound. She remained perfectly still, holding her breath. He cut through her thong and she felt him pull it away from her body. The flat of the knife returned and slid down over her clit, then the touch disappeared. She allowed herself to breathe then.

“Are you scared, blossom?”

“Yes, Faelan. A little…”

“Good.”

His answer gave her goose bumps. He was like a wild animal—enticing, but with the potential to bite her when she least expected it. Why it turned her on, she couldn’t explain.

She gasped when she felt his hot breath on her clit. His tongue sought out her sensitive nodule and began caressing it with its moist warmth, while his fingers made their way between her swollen lips. He lifted his mouth from her and said, “Your body gives you away, blossom. I can tell how much you’re enjoying my game.”

She could not deny it. “Yes, Faelan.”

His mouth claimed her clit again. She struggled not to lose her pose as his tongue plundered her. Eventually she cried out, her body shaking from the effort to remain still.

Faelan’s tongue left her clit, but his fingers immediately replaced it while his lips slowly made their way up her trembling stomach to her breasts, finally trailing up her neck all the way to her mouth. He kissed her then, and all other awareness fell away. Her only reality was the passion flowing through his lips.

Just as it had the first time, Faelan’s kiss took her breath away. The feeling frightened Brie because of the intensity—his kisses were demanding and all-encompassing. When he finally broke away, she groaned.

“Back to the game.”

This time she felt something smooth and extremely warm, almost hot. She had no idea what the item was as he glided it over her skin, but it seemed long and cylindrical.

“What is it?”

“I’m not sure, Faelan.”

“Maybe this will help.”

He trailed the hot cylinder down to her pussy. She whimpered when he separated her outer lips and slid the tip in. The heat of it felt delightfully erotic.

“What is it?” he asked.

“A dildo?”

She heard his chuckle again. “I prefer phallus, but yes, it’s a glass dildo, my sweet.” He repositioned himself before sliding the hot device inside her. She moaned, having no ability to participate, only receive.

“I put it in hot water to heat the glass, blossom.” He pushed it farther inside. The smoothness of the glass was delicious and the warmth of the phallus was like nothing she’d experienced before. He began stroking her with it, while his tongue plundered her mouth again.

His lips stole her breath away as he claimed her pussy with the glass cock in his hand. Brie’s body relented to the fire he was creating. She shuddered as sweat dripped from her forehead.

He changed the angle of the toy and it caused her whole body to stiffen. “Come, blossom.”

The swirl of erotic emotions gelled into an enormous orgasm. “Oh, Faelan…” she whispered as it took her, claimed her. It was so erotically intense, she couldn’t breathe and felt herself blacking out.

She felt him tugging at her bindings as he quickly untied them and took off the blindfold. Soon she was in Faelan’s arms. “Are you okay?”

She opened her mouth and then shut it, unable to form words yet. She just nodded.

“What is your color?”

She could hear the worry in his voice and nodded her head again.

He swept his hair away from his eyes in a nervous gesture. His newness was showing, but she found it appealing and attempted a weak smile.

He raised his eyebrow and said accusingly, “Do you normally orgasm like that?”

She shook her head.

His face broke out in a grin. “Ah, then I must be good.” He suddenly had the look of a cocky boy with that satisfied half-grin on his face. If she had not been acting as his submissive, she would have rolled her eyes in response.

He must have read her thoughts, because he grabbed her chin. “Oh no, disrespect is not allowed.” He pushed her head towards his cock. “Suck me, slower than you have ever sucked a man.”

She was still a little disconcerted from her orgasm, but she dutifully got in a kneeling position and opened her mouth. He eased his cock between her lips and she began fellatio.

“Too fast.”

She slowed down, licking his frenulum with less vigor.

“Still too fast.”

She looked up at him with his cock still in her mouth. Was he trying to test her? She licked his shaft centimeter by slow centimeter, her concentration focused solely on his manhood. Everything else disappeared as she centered on pleasing him.

She felt his hand on her head. “That’s better, blossom.”

With that simple act, she was totally his submissive again. She moaned with his cock in her mouth, wanting to express her pleasure at being his for the day. She took delight in teasing his manhood and feeling it respond in her mouth—the taste of his pre-come, the warmth of the blood rushing to the area, his rigidness, the little jumps it made in her mouth when she hit just the right spot.

His hand guided her to a faster pace, and she understood he was going to allow her to swallow his essence. “Taste your Master’s pleasure,” he said, grabbing both sides of her head as he released his seed into her mouth. She swallowed rapidly, surprised that it had a fresh tang, not as bitter as most she had tasted. She held on to his shaft as she finished licking the entirety of it.

“That was good. Now stand before me.”

She gracefully stood up. His finger lifted her chin up and his crystal eyes gazed directly into hers. “Who is in charge of you?”

She bowed her head. “You are, Faelan.”

He lifted her chin again. “I may not have the experience of the other Doms
yet
, but I know parts of you they cannot. We are kindred spirits, you and I.”

She met his confident stare with trepidation. “I have no idea what you’re talking about.”

“You fight against it, but you cannot hide from me.”

Faelan let go of her chin and started moving the chair and other instruments from the room. Then he turned to her. “I will show you what I mean, right now. Stand in the center and face the opposite wall.”

She turned away from him and stood there with a mixture of curiosity and anxiety.

To her surprise, he turned on the stereo. The music that erupted from the speakers had a driving beat, full of deep bass and drums. “Dance,” he commanded.

Brie felt a little silly, but she started wiggling her ass to the beat.

“No, close your eyes and give yourself over to the music.”

She closed her eyes as he’d commanded. She hadn’t heard music like it before. The beat demanded her movement, and the bass drove its vibrations straight to her loins. She relaxed and allowed it to carry her.